Sprint

The reindeer are known to play their reindeer games

And the elves in the village typically look the other way when the deer begin to roughhouse and play pranks

But at some times

When the stable is snowed in and Rudolph’s nose warms the stall with his red light

The reindeer get a little carried away

Now we all know that Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen pull Santa’s sleigh every year

And of course we all discuss the good merit of the gentle Rudolph

But what we don’t know is that Santa has a few more reindeer, and one of them

Well one of them cannot fly in the least

And the thing about being different boys and girls

Is that sometimes being different can make you misunderstood

It can make you stick out from the other reindeer

And sometimes it can even make some of the nicest reindeer

Poke fun a little too hard or too often

Sprint was the name of the grounded reindeer

And Sprint was the fastest of the reindeer on hoof through the snow

But all of the reindeer could fly whenever they liked

Leaving Sprint behind

Walking alone along the South Pole tundra

One day boys and girls Sprint was teased so badly

Well Sprint decided he was better off on his own

Away from the bullying and jokes the other deer played

Sprint ran away from the village

He grazed on the grass beneath the snow and saw the beautiful Northern lights far away in the cold

And Sprint never considered

That he would be missed immensely by the other reindeer

That the elves would grow concerned

And that Santa would miss his favorite reindeer very quickly

Santa, well Santa checked on Sprint and his reindeer friends every night

Bringing them a big red sack full of candy canes and hay

And when Santa came to Sprint’s empty stall in the stable

Santa immediately sent every elf and reindeer in the village out to find their deer friend

When Sprint was found all of the village sighed in relief

And Sprint felt bad for making everyone worry

And the other reindeer felt bad that they had teased Sprint in the way they did

And everyone knew better than to ever take each other for granted ever again

Now Christmas comes soon to Santa and his friends

They count down every day that passes as just one less day until their favorite holiday

And when the elves feasted on Christmas

As Santa flew through the night delivering his presents

Sprint sat at the head of the table for the Christmas Eve feast

And everyone would never forget

That friend’s can at times be quite different

And that they should be loved all the more for it

 

 

 

Izabel and the final move

A brave little girl named Izabel

After drinking tea with her best friend the Queen Red Dragon

Argued for a game of chess

Against the beautiful dragoness

And Izabel bet her bejeweled hairpin

Against the red dragon’s finest jewel of the hoard

And just when the red dragon thought she surely had Izabel pinned to the checker board

Izabel pushed one last piece forward

And earned herself the finest ruby in the pile of gold

And the Red Dragoness blushed at the beauty of the mind of Izabel

And Izabel glowed at the sight of the ruby large and red and lovely

And thereafter they met every week other past for a game of chess

And a lovely cup of tea

And they never bet on a game again

As each others company was quite enough for the night

Izabel and Her Dragoness

The red dragoness had a favorite tea set

Now a dragoness is very quite big

With thick red scales

A lovely mane of silver hair

And has jagged teeth and a set of claws

Unseen to most of the little pink people of the world

Now, as I’ve said, the dragoness had a favorite tea set

However her claws are far too awkward to fill the creamer

To dunk the chamomile tea into the pot

And to tip the little perfect tea pot over the little perfect tea cup

Until one day along came a little brown haired girl named Izabel

And Izabel, the fearless little girl she was

Was the best company a dragon could have

And the dragoness baked cookies on a rock for them with her fiery breath

Then Izabel poured tea with her delicate little fingers for the red dragoness

And they discussed the weather, and the news, and all the other little things that make a girl named Izabel and a red dragoness titter

And every Sunday after that they gathered with cookies and tea

And were friends for happily ever after

Pink Glass

When mother died the crystal vase by her bedside took the final fall to the earth with her

We swept the pieces from the floor next to her stained bed

When the pieces were all gathered they lay in a dustpan on the kitchen table next to the reading glasses she’d left there the night before

And next to the scraps left over from breakfast

When we fried eggs enveloped in her death and sorrow

I stared silently at the crusts of bread on their plates and at the pile of broken glass

Then I lifted the pieces

Cutting my fingers and palms

Fitting them together into an irreparable bloody unmistakable agony

Then

When the slices in my hands began to sing agony

I dropped the pieces one by one into the bin

And proceeded to wash the pink dishes

It Swore Blue Blood

The jagged knife swore he had seen blue blood

The man with the thrust swore he had seen the eyes turn blood red

The bag of silver dropped clean to the ground and the gang slipped every penny

To pocket till the word was spread

The inn’s chef faked a rush at them, rusty cleaver overhead

The man died in silence

Mouth abubble with thick red juice

His son showed the next day

Funeral cart oxen towed

The crops grew well where they buried him

The wooden tombstone took to rot

The thieve’s bellies ran full with wine

And every eye in the village bore grief

A Shaved Cat

The leopard never looked funnier than with a Mohawk

Now the boys down the street

They swore they had the juevos to shave the cat

But it was big Will Jenkins that laid the bills down

To broke Ol’ Pete and the man with the clippers

Now the Zookeeper swore he saw shredded clothes hanging from the fence

And a bare white, scratched ass hiding in the brush for just a glimpse

The leopard was as punk as any mosh pit

And clearly the pink dye only took to one side

The emergency room nurse swore the man was half smart and twice wounded

The day before next they pumped an old NOFX album into the concrete cage

Their door fee doubled

The site was swarmed with duct taped Jean Jackets

And the cell padlock was more expensive than ever